Mom and I keep waking up at 3:00. "Yay West Coast time!" I guess. Since we're up, we might as well walk at dawn in the cooler air. Turns out, that Java on the Rocks, a breakfast place in Kona, is open at 6:00, so we had a destination for this morning. I suspect we'll be walking to a couple other places father down the street, since we've been at this one and we're making new memories on this trip.

The breakfast here was fantastic. Highly recommended for a morning jaunt.

In the mismash of my site's content, I have a bunch of different content types on the front page, and it isn't clear what posts are what type. I've been reading a lot of books, so there are more book reviews than blog posts, and come on, who wants to read all of those reviews (hint: not me, I'm writing them so that I don't read the books again because I forgot that I read them the first time). So, on my vacation, I decided to get to the niggly little things that annoy me in various systems. First up: human readable content types in the posts.

I'm talking about these things:

Okay, so, to do this, in your theme's template.php file, add a node preprocess hook function. You may already have one. Look for THEMENAME_preprocess_node.

Add these two lines:

Seriously, no day is complete without a cupcake.

We went to the Bleu Cupcakery today (with my giggling, "Mer Bleu! Mer Bleu!" the whole way), and bought a half dozen. I fully expect to eat 5 of them to Mom's 1. We'll see.

The icing on this cupcake is stunningly light. Even Mom liked it.

After showing the condo to various people and running errands, I asked Mom if we could lounge in the pool for a bit. Yesterday afternoon was hot and humid and full of melting, so I was hoping to avoid some of that today in the pool. You know, the pool THIS close to the OCEAN.

Yep. That's about right.

We pulled on our bathing suits. I hadn't worn mine since I don't know, maybe last summer? If ever I have felt like a stuffed pork sausage, today was the day. So, I did what every woman who feels like she can't measure up to the American objectification of women: I covered myself up. I put on a shirt and shorts and went out to the pool with Mom.

When I arrived at the pool, I saw a woman lying on one of the lounge chairs. She was wearing the same make and model of bathing suit that I had on.